"You’ll all have to excuse my lack of story-telling or picture painting as I have been working hard in trying to have the other Joors create peace."
TELL ME AN INTERESTING FACT ABOUT YOURSELF
AND I WILL REPLY WITH AN INTERESTING FACT ABOUT MYSELF THAT I THINK OF WHEN I READ YOURS. IT MAY BE ENTIRELY RELATED, OR ONLY RELATED IN THE WEIRDEST, BROADEST DEFINITIONS.
BUT DO IT.
(YES LETS DO IT)
You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes or no.
This was fun last time.
Roosted upon fallen rocks from a now broken old Nordic temple, Strunevgirin gazed out. He gazed out at the blood red sun rising above the mountains; above the horizon. The mist thin clouds swirled ominously. The mighty lifted his heavy head up, curious as to what was happening in the northern horizon. Thunder rumbled and lightning flared out. He could not resist a good storm to fly in. And so, Strunevgirin took off, he flapped his powerful wings, climbing higher and higher in the sky. The war-scarred dragon continued his path into the fury of the storm upon the horizon. The clouds blackened and a large being emerged out from the thunderous storm…
"Zu’u Strunevgirin, Master of Storms and creator of the ‘Strun Bah Qo’ Thu’um. Zu have faced Alduin The World Eater Ahrk lived to tell the tale. It is Aan pleasure to meet Hi, Alfsigr."
"Nid, Zu will not Du Hi. Zu’u Aan peaceful Dovah. It is Aan pleasure to meet you," Strunevgirin warmly says.